Why are you here?

I love being outside.  I love watching the trees change colors as the seasons change, a constant reminder that no matter what I am going through, life keeps happening.  I especially love the wildlife.  Oh the squirrels and the birds and even the creepy crawly critters that I keep a safe and respectful distance from.  How beautiful to find a world free from the noise and distractions we've come to associate with normal life.  How ethereal it feels to be among it.  To be apart of it.  What an escape.

I love kayaking down the river where I can watch the fish and the birds.  When I go for a nice long run I want to be in a place free from the pollution of humans, whether it be noise or trash or their drunken hoots and hollers.  A place where I can get away from the world and escape. It's such a peaceful experience, one I couldn't do without.  No loud noises.  No obnoxious post-pubescent pre-adult nonsense who respect the size of their muscles and the fit of their clothes more than the beauty of the world around us.

It's not just me who treasures these experiences so much.  Many people share in this with me.  I see them every time I go. They come to enjoy the trails and the trees and the river.  To enjoy the escape.  We come to get away from the cells phones and the loud music.  We want to replace the chime of our iPhones with the chirp of a bird.  We come, rain or shine, hot or cold, and pay homage to this world that so little know and so little respect.  Year-round we are here.

So, why are you here?  What motivated you to leave your dwelling that I myself am pleased keeps you at bay and out of my life and come to this place that you neither seem to respect nor deserve to be a part of.  You come with your ice-chests full of beer and liquor, your loud music blaring so loud that even the birds can't hear their own chirps.  You scream and yell and act juvenile in front of your comrades because what would they think of you if you weren't acting like a complete
tool?  You pack the parking lot with your giant trucks, and when you leave you leave empty beer cans, food wrappers, and whatnot sprawled all over the place.

What's worse is you come here once, maybe twice a year.  You come on the sunniest of days, when the weather man tells you to go play outside because it will be nice.  You decide today you are an enthusiast.  An outdoorsman.  When in reality you are a disgrace to this world.  You ruin it for the rest of us.  The rest of us who come here to seek answers to questions other than the cup size of the girl you want to bang once you get her drunk enough.  We want to experience a facet of this world where you are not.  That is specifically why we come, so we can pretend that you don't exist.

Do us all a favor and find another place for you and your nonsense.